Summary

Tony watches as May taps her nails on the table. The sound seems to worm its way into his skull, deep into the crevices of his brain, filling up all the silence. Everything has felt silent since they got back home, and Peter closed the door behind him. Tony thought he felt helpless before, when there was ash in the air and fear in his heart. But now Peter’s back. Everybody’s back. They’re supposed to be celebrating, they’re supposed to be throwing parties and making bad lemon drop shots and playing that stupid dancing game Peter likes just because they can. They’re alive, they’re all alive against all odds, they made it—but Peter’s in bed. Peter’s quiet.